The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-01-04
GRADY AT HOME.
The Georgian's Gorgeous Presence Overpow-
Timid Newspaper Man.


ers Timid Newspaper Man.
Memphis Avalanche.
In May last Memphis reporter who was
swinging around the Southern circuit in search
of newspaper that could not exist without his
services, CHANGED to visit Atlanta and called
upon Mr.. Grady.
He says: st was not exactly friendly call,
as Mr. Grady had not the honor of my acauaint-
ance. My mission was one of business exclusive
", and the social amenities OF journalism were
lost sight of in the hope of getting a job at al.
most anything week. In front of the Consti-
tuition building / saw three reporters standing
and gazing reverentlally up at the third-hoof
corner window. knew them to be reporters by
their fashionable attire and intellectual FORE
heads. I asked them In what part of the build
ing Mr. Grady might be found. They simply
pointed with jeweled forefngers in the direction
they were looking, and resumed their prisons.
The elevator boy was startled when told that
wished to be set down on Mr.. Gradys floor. He
evidently considered me rash. At tho second
floor we took on several composltors knew
they were compositors, because they were care
less in raiment and bore themselves as men who
carry the earth in a type-stick.
Il remarked to one of them that I wished to
see Mr. Grady.
"Rather it vas you than me- he replied.
with sympathy that was a little puzzling to
me then. 1t didn't puzzle me ten minutes later.
ION reaching the third floor the elevator boy
with rare plants, and adorned here and there
with costly works of art in bronze and marble.
At the further end was a massive door OF carved
oak In the center of the middle panel was .
round hole about the size of half dollar, and
just below this a silver bel-pull. l gave the
| knob twist, and in a moment a mellow tenor
voice was heard through the opening, asking
who was there. told my name and business.
's'Beg pardon for standing you off, said the
owner Of the voice. opening the door. i thought
| you were Congressman; we're 30 pestered with
| 'em here
II entered luxuriousy appointed anteroom
81 $50, ~txxr
| priceless diamond pin and delicate bang.
".Wait here until l seek the Presence, hs
said solemnly, and disappeared through an inner
| door,
| ''By this time nerve was as scarce about my
person as the price of board
Presently the handsome young man re-
turned, and said: He will see you
| II followed him and found myself in Mr.
with Oriental splendor There were four per
| sons in the room-the Governor of the State. a
United States Senator, stenographer and the
| man I was seeking. The great Journalist was
rapher. while the others hung breathlessly
| upon his words took him to be about forty
| years old. He is thickset, and has the appear]
| ance of a man whose stomach never gets left, II
| he knows it, His head is round aud covered
with short growth of black hair; his face sal
low. smooth shaver. and lighted by pair Of
cold, piercing black eyes. His voice is wei
modulated but penetrating. 1t went through
me Hke knlttlnS -neeule, ana SUCK IN the Wssl
| beyond
TELL him, he sal 2Dto the shorthand man. u
have my eye upon you, and If Gordon does NOT
get majority of the delegation from your coun.
| ty"-Weil, sir suddenly discovering me. what
| do you wantF
I thought Uncle Remus was here stam'
mered out. Nothing else occurred to me. waa
| paralyzed ~
You'll find him down at Miss Sally's,' re-
piled Mr.. Grady; and somehow in about q min
ute. found myself on the pavement outside.
Everybody in Atlanta seems to regard Mr.,
| Grady the greatest product Of Georgia and
the awful reverence with which he is treated ID
not confined to the employees of the Constitution.
He is the king bee in that jug town, and beyond
all compare, is the most overpowering journal
| istic magnate ever encountered"